Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burkina and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.